Yacht Club Lyrics - Lil Yachty

Earl on the beat 

Runnin' up bands, got my guap up 

All the bad hoes wanna top us 

Too many wild parties on the yacht 

Me and Boat got kicked out the yacht club 

Ayy, ayy, air it out 

Pull up at your spot, and I air it out 

Gang on the gas and it's very loud 

Stop sayin' my name before you wear it out 

I been sippin' lean, tryna slow me down 

I need me a bitch that'll hold me down 

Gang comin' strong, yeah we rollin' out 

Throw a party like Rollin' Loud 

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Ayy, don't come unless she stay in focus 

Soldiers at 10-4, sent your bitch the info 

Feelin' real blessed with Juice, that's my kinfolk 

Bless up, she tell me I'm a god, get on her knees for confession 

Sent a vid to her nigga, had to teach a lesson 

Me and Boat only want bad hoes in our section 

Juice, why these pussy ass niggas always pressin'? 

I don't know, let 'em talk, I'ma go get my Smith & Wesson 

Blessed boys under 21, steady flexin' 

I'm gettin' too rich, can't do flights with connections 

.40 on my hip, I won't fight, bitch I'm reckless 

Codeine what I sip, that shit come in straight from Texas 

Reach for my chain, you'll get beat just like Nexus 

Lamborghini dreams, but you still drive a Lexus 

I'm a young king, I might fuck Alexis Texas 

But I ain't on no Drake shit, I won't get her pregnant 

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Damn, young Juice WRLD, boy, you reckless 

And I feel you, until I get her naked 

When I get up in it, I might have to stay in 

Well if she goin' like that, let's run a train then 

Fuck, I think I nutted in her, I might need a playpen 

And a stroller 

How I get this deep? We rode her like a Rover 

No games, but I XBOX control her 

She do the gang like a nerd doin' homework 

.40 in my pants, that bitch thought it was a boner 

If I go broke, I'ma juug off Motorolas 

But now I'm up in France, Lil Boat, that's my mans 

We get the green and then we fly around like Peter Pan 

That's cool, but I just thought 'bout somethin', wait 

(What?) 

This baby got your face 

So fuck that lil' baby, boy's back to the place 

Back to the trap, back to the gang 

Runnin' up bands, got my guap up (Runnin' the guap up) 

All the bad hoes wanna top us (They wanna top us) 

Too many wild parties on the yacht (Ohh-oh) 

Me and Boat got kicked out the yacht club (Out the yacht club) 

Ohh-oh-oh 

Listen here, be alright 

Shit hard